prayer of a february mother 2/9/21

Lord, help me be a little softer and warmer, turn me back into the cozy home I used to be a million and forty weeks ago. Help me to make a joke instead of a lecture, help me know when to call the doctor or decide She’s Probably Fine. Help me find the words for the email to the superintendent and for the explanation of slavery and for the 99th verse of Down by the Bay. Help my hair to stop falling out, please, Lord. Help me model self-love and confidence and faith and strength and courage. But mostly help me to just be kind to them the whole day without stopping. They deserve nothing less